Makers

November 1, 2018 — poetry

There is a tide of turning thoughts that create deeds
The makers come out of the dark with new patterns
They see no lighted path from the past to the moment
In which we now find ourselves seeking some truth
Time has been passing while cultural fads take up space
The crossing of streams, all vivid reality with pastel dreams
Days turn to seasons we speed up, then slow down the pace